A diary by means of a collage by means of a cartoon. Verbose explication in the comments. On hiatus. read comics the wrong way at: Latent Narratives
read comics the wrong way at: Latent Narratives
Episode Two Hundred Ten: Repetitions of Half Meanings.In which we rise liquidly in liquid lingerings.
This one almost works for me, except the second frame feels too derivative of its source, the Daft Punk Guy-Manuel helmet. I had been listening to their first album, and was taken with the reflected neon lights in an image of that helmet's surface. There was a little poetic license, but ultimately it just feels like I copied a slick image and it seems out of place.But I don't know why it feels out of place because in effect this is another needle point sampler strip. It really began with the stitching in the third frame and a desire to satisfyingly replicate that. (Which I did, and I'm very happy with that. It doesn't mean anything beyond the satisfying feeling I get looking at it, and knowing that there was a precision in the repetition it took to create that. The original (this is a zoomed-in partial) was a computer-generated image. I follow several programmers on Twitter who routinely post experiment successes and failure, or glitch results. Have no idea which this was - I just find that stuff beaux.The first a detail from "Man in Doorway" by Vitor Friedman, seen on the Website mythicjourneys dot org in a post about the Stevens poem, "Angel Surrounded by Paysans" (Auroras of Autumn, 1950). An image of a man in a black hat standing near a back-lit window. I attempted washing the frame with ink and water, brushed, and I rubbed the image with my fingers hoping to smear the lines in order to replicate the murky lighting. In the end I lost any sense of a window, and I created a frame that has two figures. I thought it was two different faces, but looking now I see a face and a headless body.And the fourth was another Giacometti figure waist down, forming a triangle in the frame. I tried to replicate the mottled surface of the Giacometti figures and ended up with a quite unexpected contour line that makes the image all its own. The idea of the triangle, of legs forming a triangle, was by way of a resolution - if there is to be one here - yoga, the body, deliberately forming shapes, imposing shapes onto the body, and onto one's existence.So I had a 'censor' frame, the first frame, of an edict to get messy and use wash to relinquish control. And then I had an 'anxiety' frame of ... a daft punk helmet? Shiny curved lights? ...not sure where that comes in. And then I have the 'quantification' frame of replicated stitching ... I guess I measure my work by my ability to faithfully reproduce such obsessive detail. Or perhaps it's a measure of life that is a replica of a machine (an AI) replicating a machine-made version of what was originally a human construct. (?) And the resolution is in a meandering contour line; it is meandering and baroque, but is also contained within the construct of ancient practice. That analysis is mostly an afterthought.In the end, though, what I realized I had really made was four juxtaposed textures, and that was the point I took home. This is the most satisfying to me. I just wish I didn't have this embarrassed association with the helmet. That one thing ruins it for me, and I don't know why.The title, "repetitions of half meanings", a line from "Angel Surrounded by Paysans", which I absently take to refer to ritual behavior that serves no conceived tangible purpose. Religious ritual, or the habitual ritual of the mind. This comic strip itself a repetition of half meanings.